The butt plug was uncomfortable, she had mastered walking and almost forgot that it was there, but driving was a totally different thing. Every time she pressed the clutch or brake, the movement of her legs forced the plug against the seat, and reminded her with sharp discomfort that it was there. Thankfully she was almost home, only two or three minutes away. Had Andy known this would happen when he told her to have it in when she got back to his place?
Today had not been as successful as Chloe had hoped, and she knew she was in for some punishment when she told Andy she had failed to complete one of his tasks. She might also be punished when she admitted that in the short skirt that he had asked her to wear, that a man at work had seen her bald pussy.
She knew she could just lie, not mention the guy, and say she had managed to wank, but this was about trust. She would be 100% honest with Andy, and accept the consequences. If she was honest, this was all about the consequences. Any man could fuck her, but Andy was making her his, punishing her when she needed it, making her explore his sexual limits, making her submit. Like the butt plug, it was uncomfortable—actually with certain movements, it was painful—but she loved and wanted every gram of that pain and discomfort. It was making her wet.
When she pulled up onto Andy's drive and grabbed her bags, it was just coming up to four fifteen. They had two hours, and she really hoped he was going to fuck her today. She locked the car and scampered to the door, which opened as she went to knock. She stepped inside, then she stood in his hallway as he closed the door, putting her bag down under the stairs.
"Good evening," Andy said, his voice formal, and controlled.
"Hello, Master," she replied.
"Please remove all of your clothes, fold them and place them on the second stair."
Excitement flowed through Chloe; she was practically dancing as she unbuttoned her shirt, and then folded it, placing it on the stair. Then she slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and twisted it to reach the clasp and release it. She was far too excited to do this sensually; she just wanted to be naked as quickly as possible. As she removed her bra, setting her large breasts free, she was sure she heard a suppressed gasp from Andy, and she sniggered. Andy had not seen her tits before; she had not removed her top on Wednesday. Actually that was not true he had seen them in the video she had sent but not in real life. Chloe was very proud of her boobs. They were big, round, but also pert, and firm. They sat on her chest with puffy pink nipples, which at this point were like bullets, but they did not sag, there was no resting on her belly. They were magnificent, even for an 18-year-old.
She quickly folded the bra in two and placed it with the top. She pulled off her shoes and placed them beside the clothes, then up clipped her skirt. Totally naked now, she folded that and placed it with the other clothes. Andy must have seen the butt plug as she bent over and placed the skirt. She was proud of herself for getting that in at work, but it was the cause of her being seen.
At the end of the day she had decided to go to the toilet to put it in, which involved going up or down one floor. The elevators are also busy at that time of day so she used the stairs. As she walked down, a guy from her office that she had spoken to maybe twice, was coming up. As he rounded the landing to come up the ten steps, she was descending. He looked up at her, and started to say, "Good afternoon, Chloe." He faltered at "Chl...", clearly seeing up her skirt to the delights that were uncovered by her lack of panties. The flick of his eyes gave away what he was looking at.
She was pleased with the confidence she kept, walking past him and saying, "Hi, Tim." He had stopped and his eyes followed her, then he turned and watched her descend the next steps that he had just climbed. As she reached the door to the third floor, to exit to the ladies' toilet, she looked back. He was still staring and his jaw was slightly open. "Never going to happen," was all she said, as she exited.
As she sat on the toilet and pulled out the lube and plug, her heart was racing. There was an element of excitement at being discovered and seen. There was part of her embarrassed beyond belief, but more than anything, her heart was going because she knew she had to tell Andy. She lubricated her arse and the plug quickly; this was the third time it was going in. Sitting there, she positioned it carefully, then slipped in the first third. That was easy now and, if she were being honest, so was the first time. She sat for a moment calming herself and relaxing, deep breaths, then gritted her teeth together, and pushed hard. Internally she screamed at the pain of it, and yes it was pain, not discomfort, but remained quiet on the outside.
The plug was almost in, but not quite. She sat for a moment holding it, trying to relax, which she believed she was successful at. Then, before she gave herself a chance for anything else, she shoved and it popped in. The sound was loud in the silent toilet, and she breathed out the words, "Jesus Christ, I really hope that gets easier." She took some toilet paper and wiped carefully all the excess lube. The last thing she needed was a stain.
Quickly she returned to her desk; the plug was comfortable by the time she got to the top of the stairs, and she was ready to go. As she collected her things into her bag and logged off her computer, she saw Tim looking at her. She winked at him and the laughed, as she walked away to leave the building.
Chloe found that while that had all been running through her head, she had followed Andy to the living room. She looked around; there was an awful lot of things in the room that could be used this evening. Lots she recognised, like ropes, cuffs, a wand. But also things she didn't know at all, and things she had seen but didn't know what they were called, like that pin wheel thing, she was pretty sure was called something beginning with a 'W', but wasn't certain.
Andy spoke, the first thing he said after, 'Good afternoon,' as he had just watched her. "Please come over to the coffee table," he said, a level of command to his voice.
Chloe obeyed, and stood by the very large and solid wooden coffee table, Andy then started to tie rope around her knee. "So tell me what you have learnt over the last two days?" he said, as he secured and tested the loops and knot on her left knee.
"I have learnt that I will obey you, even when I don't want to, Master," she said, as he moved to tie a separate piece of rope to her right knee.
"What else?" he continued.
"That I can control my orgasms better than I thought I could, and that I am desperate to cum." She was not lying; she had been turned on by a draft blowing up her skirt on the way into the office this morning, and her skirt rubbing against her arse. It was bloody stupid!
